Somewhere in the gray expanse of thoughts, a lone figure atop a stool.
The balancing act of solitary contemplation breeds a dance of shadows.
Listen—to the whispers tracing the outline of forgotten truths, as they waltz within the void.
Into the Depths of a Silent Echo
The rhythmic rocking mimics the heartbeat of time itself, silent yet omnipresent.
Does it matter which foot is forward, when all that exists is the now?